The tale of Isle De Cenabil is a very tragic one. Full of blood and sorrow, but you still insist on hearing it? Very well then… allow me to start from the beginning…
The island was full of joy and wonder. The people were feasting and partying everyday, until it eventually backfired. Bandits came.
The bandits were hungry, and this island was full of plants and animals. I don’t want to even DESCRIBE what they did to those… poor poor animals… they didn’t even leave ONE ALIVE!
The bandits took literally everything… the people had no food left… and lets just say that Isle De Cenabil isn’t just a fun name. The Chief of the Island decided that he had to [unwillingly] sacrifice himself for the people to eat. His body lasted the people 3 days. 3 Days.
The people got accustomed to eating human meat… and it started making them hungrier for more… and more… AND MOOOOOOORE… until there were only 2 people left. A baby, and a grown man.
The man wasn’t able to cut the baby and eat her… so he decided to use himself to feed the baby. The man was just enough to last the baby to adulthood before the man couldn’t stand being cut into anymore.
The baby, now a grown woman, was taken by bandits a few months after the man died. She was going to be traded as a slave, but the ship crashed into an island.
It is said that the woman’s decendant roams Magius to this day… wanting vengance against every bandit to avenge their ancestors.
Yeah I was just spilling my brain out, hope you enjoyed this gruesome tale!